The debate is on for centuries,
Ever since life on earth existed,
And you will find perfect division,
Half believe in Inner beauty and,
Another half in outer beauty.
Life is a mirage, life is a dream,
Life is a journey, Life is like rain,
Falling from the sky to meet the earth,
In whatever way to define.
The soul is the object, Soul is the light,
Soul enlightens you to remain upright,
The soul is never ours, Soul is the compass,
It is pure and it leaves with pride.
Beauty is temporary, beauty is a delight,
It is the bubble that burst with time,
Beauty shows the bright side,
It always entices, when leaves us,
In the midst of life, we feel disguise.
All three are there till we are alive,
Death wipes them all,
Leaving the blackboard forever.
Very true sir all three exists throughout. Life in betweey soul and beauty on either shoulder pulling like like a rope in a tug-of-war. Life has to make wise choices always. Sometimes beauty is correct. Sometimes soul is right choice. So, we have to be develop this skill. Good composition.
Half believe in Inner beauty and, Another half in outer beauty. Only two is what we see around, yes true.
Life is a mirage, a dream and a journey! But so true! Death wipes them all. A poignant poem Asim ji
So very true! I ahve enjoyed much this fantastic poem.5 Stars full
Half believe in Inner beauty and, Another half in outer beauty. AND UR OUR REAL BEAUTY MAN JI
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem.